Aedan Sez...

Just to get current... I have now vanquished 4 mice! Well 3... the fourth one dad took away from me and released back outside before I could finish it off. I think I'm going to start an exterminator company. I am very good at catching spiders and bugs as well as mice. Hmmm - what could the name of the company be? The ExterminAEDor? Aedan the Pest Assassin? I will have to think about this one.

Each player starts with seven random facts about themselves. Cats who are tagged need to write on their own blog about the seven things and the rules. You need to choose seven cats to tag and list their names. Don’t forget to leave them a comment that they have been tagged and to read your blog!

OK - Hmmm... now about me!

1) I like to open and empty dad's dresser drawers

2) I LOVE rice pudding!

3) I can say "Love you"

4) I snore very loudly when I sleep

5) When I'm mad at dad I sit near him (preferably his face) and smack him hard with my tail

6) I hop like a bunny with my back arched while growling when I want dad to play

I caught my first mouse! I know to some of you that might be trivial, but I am an indoor cat and don't have many opportunities at this. OK, it was a tiny field mouse and yeah I am kinda sorry I killed it. But my dad was SOOO proud of me. You should have heard and seen him heap the praises on me!!!

I stalked the mouse all night and waited for my chance to pounce. The mouse ran about, squeaking it's mighty war cry. I was not afraid. I remained patient. It made it's move: "squeak-squeak-squeak!" I swatted it across the floor. But it was a tough mouse and it got right back up and hid in the closet. Again, I patiently waited. Suddenly it sprung out again. The classic "cat and mouse" battle was on again. This time the mouse was not so lucky. Game over.

It was a worthy adversary but in the end, the mighty jungle warrior Aedan had defeated his foe. ROAR!!!!!!!

I feel like I became a man-kitty today. The right of passage that the mouse symbolized a threshold into a new era in my life. Now just watching birds from a window doesn't seem enough. I want to chase them! I have the need for the thrill of the hunt! *SIGH* Oh well, I guess it's back to dreaming about being a fierce warrior until the next mouse sneaks into the house.

Dad finally came to pick me up after his trip to Florida. I was so happy to see him I shook my butt like a d*g. I haven't left dad's side since we got home. I am just so happy to see him again. And I know he totally missed me too. How could he not?

Uh oh. Dad is packing his big bag full of clothes and stuff. That can only mean one thing: he is going away again! Which means I have to go to stay at my v*t's until he returns. Oh woe is me! :-((((((((

I mean, it's really not THAT bad. The people at the v*t take good care of me and, of course, I am extremely popular with everyone. But I miss my home and my dad and my toys. I have a very particular routine that I follow every day:
4:30 am - Wake dad and get fed
5:00 am - Lay on dad's chest and get scratched on my mane
5:15 - 7:30 am - Look out the window at cars, birds, etc...
7:30 am - Go downstairs with dad and share a treat with him
8:30 am - Greet dad as he gets out of the shower
8:45 am - Say bye to dad as he goes to work
8:45 am - 6:00 pm - Nap, play, watch the birds until dad returns
6:00 pm - Greet dad at the door and get supper
7:30 - midnight - Play/bond with dad
Midnight - 4:30 am - Sleep in dad's bed (for the most part)

I don't like falling out of this routine. Plus I miss dad when he's gone (shhh don't tell him). I do not like being separated from him. He is my best friend and I really love him. ::SIGH:: I hope he is not gone too long...

Dad keeps talking about this "Super Bowl" thing like it's the most important event in the world. What kind of game is this that the humans play? Hmm... what can be so exciting that they throw parties and talk about it ad nauseum?

From what I can gather, it's a game where they have a giant ball of yarn and they bat it around a large field until one of the human teams gets it to the other teams house. That team arches their backs and hisses at the intruders but it is to no avail. Since they were invaded they have to give the invaders some tuna treats. Then it is their turn to bat the yarn ball... Yeah I can see where that would be a fun game. But the teams that are playing are the Bears and the Colts. What about feline names? Lions? Panthers? Jaguars? Bengals? Those are the teams that should be batting around the yarn! Then after the game they can serve the Dolphins, Seahawks and Cardinals up as treats for the players.

Today was a fun day. A flock of birds landed outside my window and I got to watch them fly around. I would like to go out and chase them but dad tells me it's dangerous outside for me because of the "cars". I think he means the big metal dogs that run around on the street and chase after each other. Yeah they are kinda scary.

You know what else was fun today? I snuck into the bathroom! I'm usually not allowed in there because I tend to knock stuff over - like dad's expensive... um what did he call it... oh yeah cologne. I'm doing him a favor because the stuff stinks! But I got in trouble for running into the bathroom and dad threw me out. I tried to sneak in again later and was caught again. I must come up with a better plan next time.

Dad went to the store and got me my favorite treats - Friskies moist chicken flavored. MMM-MMM!!! I think I'm gonna go bug dad for a few right now!!!

P.S. Note that I posted a new picture (the last one on the bottom). Actually this is the very first picture taken of me. It was before dad adopted me. I think I was about 6 weeks old. I was hatin' the lady that was holding me... I do not like to be held. I don't remember too clearly but I think I ended up biting her. MUWAHAHAHA!!!

Today is my 3rd birthday. I can't believe that I am that old already. I may be a giant as far as cats go, but I still think and act like a kitten. I like it that way! Dad was looking at my kitten pictures last night and reminiscing about how cute and little I was. I am STILL cute, dad, just not little.

Dad kept singing happy birthday to me this morning before he left for work... how embarrasing! Oh well, the old guy means well. I can't wait till he gets home tonight with my present. I love getting stuff!!!

Dad got up this morning and I wanted to PLAY! So I did my usual nipping at his ankles to get him to play and it worked. We were playing for a while and then I guess I got a bit too rambunctious and bit dad. This usually isn't a biggie - I bite dad all the time and he's used to it. It's a part of the play. But this time I bit a little too hard and it hurt dad. He yelled at me and said that it was "naughty" to bite that hard. I DON'T like being yelled at (I ESPECIALLY don't like that "n" word) so I yelled back at him with my meanest fang face: "MEOWWWWRRR!!!"

Then dad yelled.

Then I yelled.

Finally dad shook his head and said, "Aedan, you're too much!" (dad thinks I have a bit of an anger management problem). He turned and walked up the stairs to his room. With his back turned I could strike him easily. I waited till he was halfway up the stairs and then came charging. With my ears pinned back and my fangs showing, I meowed, "Yell at me, will you?!" I growled like a lion as I lunged to bite his ankle. But just before I could attack, dad turned around and hissed at me. He is the bigger cat and if he hisses, I stop. I turned around and slinked away with my tail between my legs.

Now dad is in his room with the door closed so I can't get in. I know this is his way to punish me but I want to say I'm sorry. C'mon, dad open the door! We're still pals!

Today I saw a spider and decided I wanted a closer look. But it was hanging up near the top of the kitchen cabinets. No problem! I used to go up there all the time when I was younger. Uh Oh - then I remembered the last time I tried. I knocked over a bottle of this stuff and it broke and made dad angry (see "In the D*ghouse" diary entry). But that is gone now... I figured no problem. I climbed on the counter then up onto the top of the fridge. Hmmm at this point I remembered why I stopped going up there - I am a LOT bigger now. But I made it this far, I wasn't backing down now!

I squeeeeeeeeezed into the space between the cabinets and the ceiling. I had to crawl to get to the spider. I reached it and batted it around a little. It wasn't too much fun though since I couldn't move much. So I ate it.

When dad got up he looked for me and called me. Hehe - I was watching him the whole time from my lofty perch. He finally did look up when he saw some of the stuff that was on the fridge knocked to the floor. "Aedan," he said, "you're too big to be up there! How are you going to get down?"

Oops, I didn't think of that! But I showed him - I cautiously moved my way down to the fridge and then hopped down to the counter. Then down to the floor. Dad had a frown on his face but I know he was impressed with my dexterity.

Eating the spider was not a good idea. I got sick a little while later. Dad knew exactly why. Spiders shouldn't look so yummy if they are going to make you sick!!!